I Write Sometimes

Hello again! Have some angst, on the house ;)

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Genre: Angst w/Happy Ending

Warnings: Mentions of Blood

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Eggsy was running at full tilt through the foggy streets, the echoes of y/n’s anguished screams carried to him over the hard brick. Freezing rain pelted relentlessly against him and formed dark, icy pools at the foot of the surrounding buildings that seemed to loom, stifling, over him from all sides. He heard her shriek his name and was unable to ease his growing panic.

He stumbled on the slick cobblestone when he barreled around the corner, and when he righted himself he was met with blinding police lights, a pile of rubble where his house once stood, and y/n, fighting with all she had to run toward the ruined home against the restraint of two EMTs. An ambulance was parked nearby at the ready.

“NOO! Please! You have to let me find him, please!”

Eggsy weaved untouched through the police blockade. “Y/N!”

She stilled at his call and turned to him in disbelief. Her eyes were wild, and if it weren’t for the rain her hot tears would have left heavy tracks down her reddened cheeks. She doubled over with wracked sobs and fell hard onto her knees.

The EMTs relaxed their hold on her and y/n reached out to Eggsy, desperate. When he finally made it to her she clung to him, white knuckles stark against the dark fabric of his coat. He dropped down to her, holding her as close as he possibly could.

“I’m here, love. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Y/n’s voice strained through broken sobs, her words muffled in the fabric of his shirt. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” The mantra fell like a prayer from her lips.

“You’re alive.”

Suddenly it dawned on him. She thought he’d been inside. That he’d been killed. His stomach wrenched when he realized what she must have gone through.

“Oh God, baby, I’m so sorry.” He tightened his grip when she shuddered against him, and he brought a comforting hand to her head. “Shh. Oh, y/n. It’s alright, love. I’m here. It’s okay. I’m okay. I wasn’t home, it’s okay.”

One of the EMTs gestured to him. “Oi. You this Eggsy bloke she’s been on about?”

Eggsy looked up and nodded, y/n’s head still buried in the crook of his neck.

“You mind helpin’ me with her? Been completely mental since she woke up, tryin’ to get back in that bloody house an’ all. She needs to get to a hospital. She’s in shock.”

Eggsy lightly gripped y/n’s arms and pulled away to look her over. His chest seized when he noticed dark streaks of blood dripping down her temple. “What? Baby, you’re hurt. The hell were you thinking running out like that? We’re getting you to a hospital, okay?”

Her face twisted in sorrow. “But you were inside. They said nobody could’ve made it out alive. I couldn’t let them leave without trying to find you -- I wouldn’t just abandon you like that!”

Eggsy tightened his throat, fighting his own emotions. He would deal with them later. Right now he just needed her in that ambulance.

He rubbed his hand in soothing motions down her arm. “I know, love, I know. But I’m here now, yeah? You don’t have to wait anymore. Let the medics help you, sweetheart. They know what to do. Please, baby.”

She lowered her head back onto his shoulder, her energy fading with her adrenaline.

“Will you stay with me?” She whispered, exhausted.

Eggsy looked to the EMT for an answer.

“You can ride in the cab with her, but you can’t interfere, yeah? You’ll have to let us work.”

“Of course.”

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Eggsy sat in the waiting room, anxiously watching the clock. Two hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty-seven seconds later, a doctor came to see him.

She looked around the waiting room. “Mr. Unwin?”

Eggsy practically shot out of his seat. “Is y/n okay? What happened to her?”

“Y/n will recover just fine, Mr. Unwin. As for what happened, we believe she was walking home when the explosion occurred.” She looked over her clipboard. “She’s suffered a concussion, bruised ribs, laceration to her temple…” she returned her gaze to his. “We’re going to keep her overnight for evaluation in case any complications occur, but you can rest assured, Mr. Unwin; she’s going to be alright.”

Eggsy nearly regretted asking when he heard y/n’s injuries, but the news that she would recover was a welcome relief. “Can I see her?”

“Yes. She needs a calm environment, so don’t do anything to make her excited, alright?”

Eggsy gave her a hurried noise of agreement as he made his way down the hall.

The doctor smiled, offering a friendly “She’s in room 3102, by the way!” before Eggsy was out of earshot.

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Y/n was awake when he entered the room, gauze bandages wrapped near her hairline. She was sitting upright, seemingly calm compared to the state she was in when Eggsy last saw her, but her puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.

He was at her bedside in an instant, all but crushing his lips to hers. He brought a careful hand to her face, wary of her injuries. She laid her hand over his and gave it a small squeeze.

He rested his forehead gently against hers when they parted, his eyes closed in relief. “Hi, baby. How you feeling?”

“I’m fine, bub. Just a little cut is all.”

Eggsy pulled away, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Y/n didn’t let go of his hand. “Your bandages say different, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I just can’t believe you’re here. You’re okay.”

His brow creased. “Of course it matters, y/n. Why didn’t you go with the EMTs when they told you to?” He tried to keep his voice calm, not wanting her to mistake his fear for anger. “What if your injuries had been worse, love?”

Y/n kept quiet, looking at their entwined hands.

Eggsy sighed. “I need to know that you’re okay, y/n. I need to know that even if I’m not, you will be.”

Her eyes tightened when she looked at him. Her voice lowered in what he thought may be anger, but he wasn’t sure.

“What do you mean, ‘even if you’re not?’” It sounded more like a command than a question.

He took a moment to choose his words, drawing a long breath through his nose. When his gaze returned to her his eyes were steeled. “This is going to sound ridiculous, but the tailor shop isn’t just a tailor shop. It's a front. I work for an organization much like MI6 called Kingsman.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, skeptical. “So you’re…an agent.”

“Yes. And I’m not going to lie to you about this, y/n. That missile was meant for me. I just happened to not be home, and I’m so glad you weren’t either. But this…” he shook his head, biting his lip, “this was too close. I can’t-- I won’t sacrifice your safety because of my job.”

“Eggsy, I swear to God if you even think about leaving me because of some macho bullshit like duty or honor I will--”

He cut her off with a dry laugh. “No, no, I’m not leaving. I would never leave you, love. But we’re going to have to live differently from now on. We’ll have to be more careful; set up some ground rules and safewords. But that’s selfish of me. I shouldn’t just-- I can’t presume to know what you want. That’s why I have to ask,” he lowered his head slightly, lips drawn and eyes careful, “would you rather live a normal life,” his voice quieted, “or stay with me?”

He was doing his best to remain stoic, y/n knew. But she didn’t miss the tension in his jaw, or the nearly imperceptible twitch in his brow. He was scared. Scared she’d choose normalcy over him.

As if.

“Is that even a question? Of course I’m staying with you, Eggsy.”

“And you know what you’re agreeing to? This life isn’t easy, love. This won’t be the last attack on--”

“I don’t care about that. I love you, you know. You and JB died in front of me today, as far as I knew.”

Eggsy winced. Y/n brought her free hand to his jaw, prompting him to meet her gaze. “But now you’ve come back to me. You’re here.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m spending the rest of my life with you, no matter what.”

She slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her, their lips crashing together once again. Eggsy’s tongue flicked across her lips which she parted eagerly. He brought his hands to her face, smoothing his thumbs over her tear-stained cheeks. Her breath hitched when he moved to kiss down her jaw to her neck, where he sucked on the tender skin. She whined when he pulled away, her lips unconsciously trailing after him.

He rested his head on her shoulder, breathless. “I know, ‘m sorry, love. But we can’t have you getting too worked up, yeah? Doctor’s orders.”

Y’n leaned back with a huff. “You’re such a fucking tease, Unwin. You know that?”

He laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to her shoulder. “You’re right, I’m the absolute worst. Just think of it as motivation to get better, yeah? We’ve got a wild ride ahead of us, love.”

Hi! I’ve rewatched The Smoke for like the 50th time lol and I’m just in the mood for a lil’ soft Dennis, y’know? Enjoy!

Pairing: Dennis 'Asbo' Severs x Reader

Genre: Fluff. That’s it. Nothin’ but fluff.

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The situation was…unideal, to say the least.

The AC was out, and whilst the blistering summer heat had finally passed, the cooler autumn weather had yet to settle in. A cold snap was supposed to arrive sometime during the night, thank goodness, but the windows you’d opened in hopeful anticipation had done little to filter the stale air trapped in your flat. You’d have to resign to discomfort, you supposed, at least until you could schedule a service request in the morning.

After another failed attempt to sleep, you flipped your pillow yet again and shifted to find a cooler spot on the mattress. Not even stripping down to your underwear was enough to cool you off. Sleepily you noticed the bedside clock read sometime after 2AM. Feeling cheated out of a cold front, you checked your weather app. Looks like the chilly air wouldn’t arrive ‘til 6AM.

Fantastic.

And so you laid there, not quite warm enough to sweat, not quite cool enough to sleep -- certainly not cool enough to sleep in your preferred spot: tucked away in your boyfriend’s arms. How Dennis was able to sleep comfortably right now was beyond you.

In all fairness, it really wasn’t unreasonably warm in your apartment. But as Dennis liked to joke, you could only sleep if the room was “bloody frigid” and not a degree warmer. You’d stand your ground, of course, claiming his job as a fireman simply made him more accustomed to obscene temperatures. Besides -- how is someone supposed to get cozy in a nest of blankets and pillows with their boyfriend without being in a cold room? Frigidity then, as Dennis called it, would have to do.

His quiet snores sounded beside you -- you affectionately called them puppy snores -- and if it were any other night you’d let them lull you into a restful sleep. Instead you couldn’t help but feel a little envious of Dennis, wishing for sleep yourself. You turned toward him, admiring his relaxed features. It was a rarity for you to catch him sleeping; his odd hours at the station saw to that. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you lightly traced your fingers along his arm and connected the dots of his freckles, loving the ever-changing constellations you discovered in them.

Dennis shifted with a quiet hum and you stilled. You doubted you would wake him -- he slept like the dead, this one -- but you didn’t want to disturb him nonetheless. The man was absolutely knackered when he got home that evening, soot still dusting his blonde tufts. You smiled when you remembered the sloppy kiss you’d shared in the doorway. Could barely keep standing, the poor thing. Luckily you both had the day off tomorrow, and you planned to spend every moment of it with him.

Your ‘stargazing’ continued once you were sure he’d stopped stirring. You delicately pressed your lips to his shoulder, taking in his scent of cedar, ash, and sage. Maybe it was the peace you felt lying with him, or maybe it was sleep deprivation, but you couldn’t resist the sudden wave of sentimentality that washed over you.

“You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Den. I don’t think I’ll ever really be able to put it into words.” Your quiet whispers fell softly over his warm skin. “But…I’m so happy that I get to give my love to you. ‘Cause it’s yours, baby. All of it; all of me. I’m helpless.”

Without a word, Dennis was suddenly turning to face you, his green eyes fixated on yours. Your own eyes widened when you saw that he was awake, and you realized with flushed cheeks that he must have heard everything. Neither of you had said you loved the other yet, and you weren’t sure how he would react to your impromptu confession. Dennis continued until he was on top of you, his legs straddling yours and his arms coming up to rest by either side of your head. You could only stare up at him, uncertain; his expression held something you were too nervous to name.

Slowly, he lowered himself flush with you and captured your lips in his. With relief you let your hands happily roam his body, exploring every inch of it you could reach. Dennis moaned into your touch when your fingers toyed with the waistline of his briefs, and you took pride in the goosebumps that ignited over his skin.

He parted from you long enough to catch his breath and gently cupped your face in his hands.

“That,” he said, kissing your forehead, “was the cheesiest thing,” his lips moved to the apples of your cheeks, “I’ve ever heard in my life, love” and finally the corners of your lips. Giggles bubbled in your chest and soon you’d erupted into giddy laughter. Dennis felt his heart swell at the sound, his eyes full of adoration for you.

“Well, it’s too late to take it back now, I’m afraid” you chuckled. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, sifting his short hair between your fingers. “Not that I ever would.”

Dennis hovered his lips over yours, the soft skin barely grazing each other. Your eyes closed and you sighed into his touch, losing yourself in the feeling of him surrounding you.

“Oh no, darling, you don’t get to take it back, understand? You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world, love.” His lips teased impossibly closer, “And for the record, I love you, too.” Your breathing quickened at his confession, your chest rising to meet his with each excited breath. Dennis’ eyes grew dark, and he released a growl that reverberated through your embrace.

“You’re mine now, y/n.”

Your lips found each other again, melding together in heated bliss. Neither of you could stop the smile you shared together.

Maybe, you thought, the AC should cut out more often.